Strings and Sacks, Inc. Chapter 3
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2006 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved 

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Chapter 3

"Steven get down here and you better have that thong on. 
Let's go, Dad is in the car." Sharon was getting impatient
with her son.  He'd just finished a stint of naked time for
his transgressions at the home of her best friend and now
she was about to have Steven make his first public bare ass
debut since he was five or six years old.  "Steven I don't
want to have to call you again.  I'm coming up there with a
belt and then you'll have naked time instead of thong time. 
Let's go."

Slowly the eleven year old walked down the hallway from the
bedrooms and descended the stairs.  His sleek well tanned
body was completely nude except for a small white triangular
piece of cloth which strategically covered his penis and
testicles.  His facial expression showed a mix of fear and
embarrassment.  His mother's voice diverted his attention as
he reached the bottom stair.

"Oh there you are.  Let me see how you look.  Oh my God, you
are beautiful. You really evened out that tan while we were
at Aunt Andrea's.  You're going to be the attention getter
of the day, believe me Steven, you are gorgeous if I do say
so myself.  Okay, Honey, let's get out to the car before
Daddy has a conniption.  Oh you can wear your Nikes so you
don't burn your feet." It was off to Billy's party.  "Here's
that game you said Billy wanted.  I had to look all over
town for it.  I sure hope he still wants it."  Sharon handed
her son a small package wrapped in "Happy Birthday" paper.

"Mom can't we get me a swimsuit to wear.  I mean I don't
want them to laugh at me when they see me.  These are my
friends and their going to call me 'gay' or something when
they see this thong thing.  Please…"

His comments were interrupted by his father, "What did I
tell you about the thong?  Did I or did I not say you would
wear it whenever Mom said?"

"You said I had to wear it until Mom said I didn't have to
any more.  I'm just trying to get her to say that now."

Both parents smiled but quickly regained their composure. 
"I'm not going to say that for a long time, Steven, so don't
even try anymore.  If you do, I'm going to have to tan that
little butt of yours myself.  Understand?"

"Oh here we are.  Is it the house with the red shutters or
the one next to it?"  Dave asked his son.

"It's the one with the red shutters, but you don't have to
stop.  I'll just give his the present some other time."

"Oh we're going to stop.  I'm interested in watching what
happens when you grace the party in your thong.  Look at it
this way, later this afternoon we're going to run by the
pool for a debutant party for this little boy.  This is just
training."  Dave was definitely feeling a voyeuristic
enjoyment with what was about to happen.  He only hoped to
confine his own erection as they walked Steven to the door.

Sharon knocked as Steven tried to get front coverage from
the present.  "Oh hi, Cynthia.  Steven's here for the party. 
Dave and I can stay if you think you'll need some help."

"Oh no, I've got things pretty well in hand for having ten,
ten eleven and twelve year olds here.  The only help I need
is to put some Ritalin in their soft drinks."  She still
hadn't noticed the boy's new attire as the present covered
what looked to be a Speedo suit.  "Come on in Steven." She
reached out with her arm and placed her hand on his
shoulder.

"May we come in for a few minutes?  We'd like to say hi to
the kids and wish Billy a happy birthday."

"Oh no, come in," As she turned to enter she say Steven's
backside, "Oh my, Steven that's kind of drafty isn't it? Let
me see the front of it."

Slowly the boy turned around and put the present on a table
to his left.  "Oh, what is this, a thong?"

Shaorn responded, "Yes, it's a thong isn't it cute?"

Hesitantly Cynthia responded, "It's certainly revealing, but
I just love little boys' bottoms, don' you?"

"Yes I really do.  We're going to make Steven wear this at
least for swimming until puberty.  If we become attached, we
might even invest in bikini waxes for a few years after
puberty too."

"Oh, you…" she waved her hand as she laughed.  "Aren't you
afraid he'll be teased by the others if he wears this?  I
mean the style is the below the knee trunks."

"He will probably get teased a little but we want him
growing up with a healthy body image and this is just one
way we're going to do that.  After the other kids get used
to seeing him in it, the teasing will go away.  In fact,
some of the others might even admire him for having the guts
to wear it." Dave countered.

As Steven walked onto the pool deck, all running laughter
and grab ass stopped almost immediately.  The boys who just
seconds before were a rowdy gang just gawked.  "Steven,
isn't that a girl's bathing suit?" Billy asked.

"Man you can see your ass.  Look guys there's nothing on his
ass just this string giving him a wedgie."  One of the other
boys hollered as he walked behind the highly embarrassed
Steven.

"Boys, stop immediately, this is called a thong and in many
countries around the world men and boys wear these for
swimming.  Let's not make fun of Steven."  Cynthia took a
stab at being an empathetic hostess.

"Well, we're just glad it isn't something we wear in
America."  The smallest of the boys countered.

Dave and Sharon left for two hours while the party went on. 
They returned at 2:00 to pick him up.

"Dave you were right.  They teased for a little while and
then ignored his attire after an hour or so.  But they did
have a habit of slapping his bare butt every now and then.
You know, almost like they were copping a feel.  It kinda
became a game with them." Cynthia reported.  "Sharon, were
did you get that.  I think Billy might look good in one, but
without someone breaking the ice I wouldn't have even tried
to make him do it."

"You think you have the strength to make him now?" Dave
asked

"Well, yes.  What's that supposed to mean anyway." Cynthia
was a little indignant at the tone of his question.

"He'll argue and fight the whole thing all the way.  I mean
boys don't like being so exposed, but as Dave says, 'Little
boys have no right to modesty.  Save that for the girls.'" 
Sharon responded.

"No really, I want one for Billy."

"We have a friend who makes them to order.  I guess you
could call her.  Her name is Andrea Higgins and if you give
her some measurements I'm sure she will get one together for
you.  She's a teacher and she makes them for summer income. 
I supposed she'll charge twenty five dollars of so."

"That's okay. I mean a suit today runs at least that.  I
just want Billy's tush on display.  Richie Blakely's mother
wanted to find out where she could get one for him.  He's
the boy who was such a tan hunk in the red Speedo.  I don't
know if you remember him or not."

"Yes, wasn't he the boy who was making to comments on
Steven's backside?" Sharon asked with a 'he'll get his' look
on her face.

"Well, now that you mention it, I guess it was.  His mother
wants to tan his ass up to match his legs and back.  She
really likes it.  He'll wear it too.  His parents will whip
his ass at the drop of a hat if he doesn't obey them.  They
have this thing the call a 'cane' it's like an old fashioned
switch, but it is much more flexible and I mean it does a
job.  I saw what it did to the top of his legs one day when
he was over here swimming.  I don't think there's any room
for argument in his house."

"Well, give her the number too.  We have to get going, we're
taking Steven to the community pool for a debut.

"Kind of breaking the ground for the rest of us, huh?"
Cynthia smile as Sharon and Dave walked to the car where
their totally angry and embarrassed son was already sitting
in the back seat with his arms crossed in frustration.



Sharon tired to break the ice, "Well, now you get to have a
little bigger audience.  Daddy and I are going to take you
to the community pool. Let me see I have the towels, and I
have a little present here for you.  It's a hooded robe.  It
is short enough to keep those legs in view and long enough
to just cover that bare bottom while you walk.  I'll let you
wear it until we find a spot to set our stuff at the pool.
But, then it comes off and we show the world that beautiful
butt of yours."

Silently he put on his shoes and took the terry cloth robe.

"Steven you have to stop pouting.  People will think you're
a spoiled brat."

"I don't want to go to the pool.  Every time we go there are
people there who know me.  My friends from school all hang
out at the pool during the summer."

"Yes, I know and that's one of the reasons we are going to
show you off there first."

"I don't want them to make fun of me."

Sharon tried to reason with her son while downplaying what
she hoped would happen, "Oh, Steven, if they do it will soon
pass.  Once they get used to seeing you like this they'll
ignore it, just like the boys at the party. You'll see."

"Can't we do this some other time?  I mean do I have to go
to the pool today?"

Dave offered his reasoning, "It'll be alright you'll see,
Steven.  Everyone, except maybe some young girls have seen
little boys' bottoms before.  When you think about it well
all have one, boys and girls so what's to worry about?"

"I hate this Dad.  It's not right to make me wear this at
the pool.  I mean right out in public.  Everyone will see my
butt and most of them will see my penis and scrotum and
stuff.  It's embarrassing.  I don't want to do it.  I'll
wait in the car. You and Mom can go swimming and I'll just
wait."

Dave was getting a little perturbed at arguing with the
eleven year old, "If you don't become a little more
pleasant, I'll take the thong off you and show you what a
1960's and 70's boy felt like.  You'll be completely on
display.  Don't push the envelope.  Would you like to start
out nude today?"

"No." the pouting continued.

The car pulled into the public parking lot adjacent to the
community pool.  It was very crowded.

'Isn't that Kathy Ranier and her new boyfriend over there? 
I wonder where her boys are?" Sharon poked her husband
playfully.

Dave smiled and replied, "She's a real study.  Help me find
a parking place."

Then Sharon addressed her pouting off-spring, "Hey, Steven,
Randy Ranier is probably in there somewhere.  You haven't
seen him in ages.  He's a nice little boy. I don't know why
you two haven't spent more time together."

"He's a year older than I am.  He doesn't want to play with
me.  And, now he won't ever want to be seen with me, I'm
sure."

"Oh, stop!  You look really great.  Nobody's going to give
you a hard time."

"Wanna bet?"

"One more snap at your mother like that and I'll whip your
ass and then you're naked.  Got it?  I've had all the shit
I'm going to take from you.  Now get out and grab those
towels for your mother."

Steven exited the car.  It was parked a hundred yards from
the entrance to the pool.  He walked along with the robe
showing just snapshots of his bare bottom with every step. 
It did cover but not completely.  No one seemed to notice,
or maybe they did but were being polite.  The family
approached the ticket window.  Dave purchased three tickets
and the threesome walked on to the deck of the massive pool.

"Steven, Steven, up here."

He heard a call from Randy Ranier who was on the high dive
fifteen feet above the water's surface.  Steven gave a
cursory wave but didn't smile of holler back.  The boy
bounced on the board and did a cannon ball which wasn't too
overly impressive.

"This is a good spot, huh Sharon?" Dave put the insulated
bag containing the plastic bottles of water and soft drinks
down of the concrete.  Sharon unfurled the towels and
carefully straightened them out.

"Steven, take off your robe and let me fold it up."

"I want to wear it for awhile. I'm cold."

"Cold? It's got to be a hundred degrees out here." Dave
argued.

"Steven, give me the robe and let me put some sunscreen on
you.  Now, Steven."

Steven lowered the terry cloth robe dropping it to the
ground.  Immediately there were vocal rumblings about his
attire as a young girl was heard saying, "Look Mommy you can
see that boy's butt."

"Kristen, that's not nice.  His bottom looks very nice and
you don't need to embarrass him."

"HOLY SHIT, Steven.  Where's your pants?  Man, your ass is
hanging out.  Look at this," he said pointing to the small
patch of material in the front, "your balls will be flopping
out too.  Hey, Randy, look at Steven's new bathing suit." 
Kenny Schmidt was quick to call everyone within ear shots
attention to the situation. He walked around Steven looking
carefully at the weird looking attire and then left to pull
others over to get a good look.

Steven started to tear up.  It was all he could do to hold
back from bawling.  He wiped the tears off his cheeks and
hoped his eyes wouldn't get red and puffy.

"What are you crying for?" Dave asked his son.

"This is just embarrassing."

As Kenny returned with no fewer than ten of Steven's age
mates of both genders, Steven tried to sit to shield himself
from the inquiring eyes.  "Stand up, Steve, let them see
this thing."  He implored.

"No, I'm just going to sit here."

"Ah, come on, stand up and let them see that little ass of
yours." Kenny was relentless.

"Yeah, Steven, show us," Randy ordered. "Becky here wants a
good look." It was apparent, the group comprised of kids in
his grade or within a year on either side weren't going to
leave until they got to see what they came to see.

"Steven, come over here so I can put some sunscreen on you."
Sharon directed.

"Not now, Mom."

"Yes, now.  What's getting into you?  Get over here now."

"Yeah, Steven, go over there and let her put sunscreen on
you," Randy teased.

Seeing no way to avoid it, Steven got up and walked over to
his mother.  As luck would have it the giggles were almost
immediate.  As Sharon began by applying the lotion to his
bare backside, the giggles turned to cat calls and laughter. 
Once again the boys cheeks were streaked with tears.

"Hey look you can see the outline of his peter and his balls
in that white thing." Kenny was ruthless in his commentary.

"Okay, you kids run along and let Steven alone for awhile,"
Dave ushered them away.

"Oh, hi Sharon.  I couldn't help but notice that cute thong
you've got Steven in."  It was Randy's mother Kathy. "Hi
Dave.  Steven come over here and let me have a look."

"Steven go over there and let Mrs. Ranier look at your
thong."  Sharon patted her son's bare cheeks.

"Oh my, this is really cute."  Her fingers were soon
inserted between the cloth and Steven's genitals as she
surveyed the material and the sewing job.  He could feel her
long finger nails scraping his penis.  "What is this cotton? 
It feels like cotton."   As she continued he could feel a
reaction to her 'inadvertent' touching.  Soon his penis was
at full salute.  "Oh dear, I think my looking has been a
wake up call for his little peepee.  My God look at that
tent.  You must be one well hung little dude, Steven.  Oh,
I'm so sorry it's pushing the material up and now he's more
exposed.  I'll just quit touching maybe it'll relax some."

A quick survey showed boys and girls, men and women of all
ages staring at his thong, but now many were pointing and he
knew they were discussing his erection which was not
thrusting his glans powerfully against the waist string. 
Eventually the glans brust loose exposing itself above the
string.  His hands immediately went to a protective mode.
"Oh no, young man, you keep those hands away," Sharon
cautioned.  As he dropped his hands, most of the onlookers
were laughing some holding their hands over their opened
mouths.  Dave grew uneasy with the exposure, but Sharon was
aroused at the attention and she secretly hoped her son's
woody would stay like that all day long.  She experienced
the voyeuristic pleasure of people looking at her boy's
body.

"I'm going to go in for a dip," Dave excused himself.

Sharon got around to answering the question that was put to
her, "Yes.  It's cotton."

"Where on earth did you find this?"

"Andrea Walker and I made it for him with some left over
material."

"Oh, I just wondered because I've never seen one for little
boys before.  Was it hard to make?"

"No, we whipped it together in less than an hour."

"Could you make one for Randy?  I'd pay for it.  I think
Randy would be cute as a bug in one.  I do like the white
material.  I like the transparent qualities.  You know what
I mean?"

Sharon smiled and nodded her understanding.  "I imagine
Andrea and I could make one for Randy. You like the white?"

"Yes make him one just like this one. I'll pay twenty five
dollars for it. Is that enough."

"Oh, that's more than enough."

"Nonsense your time has value.  Just give me a call when
it's ready. Does…" she was interrupted by her son Randy.

"Hey, Mom, can I have some money for ice cream?"

"Randy, did you see Steven's new bathing suit?  It's called
a thong. Don't you think it's cute?"

"No, I think it's embarrassing.  You'd never see me in
something like that."

"Not really son.  I just ordered one for you and guess what,
you'll be in it here at this pool next weekend if it's
ready."

"Moommmmm, I don't want one. I won't wear it."

"Yes, you will."

Sharon couldn't resist, "One of the nice things about it, is
their bottoms are always available for whipping when they
wear these.  No pants or underpants to remove, you just cut
loose with the spanking. Like when they argue with you.
Catch my drift, Randy?"

"You know Sharon, that is a great point.  Randy, watch your
mouth or you'll wish you had.  Now you may get some ice
cream and take Steven with you and get him one too.  There's
money in my purse over at the blanket. Tell your father to
get it for you."

"Come on Steven let's get some ice cream."

"No, I'm gonna stay here."

Kathy empathized with the boy's predicament, "Oh, I sense
someone is shy about having his little bare ass showing.  Go
on Steven the sooner you show it off, the sooner you'll get
over it.  And I promise, Randy will be wearing one next time
you come to the pool.  Go ahead and get an ice cream while I
talk to your mother."  She patted his bare cheeks and
ushered him in the direction of her son.

"So, are you going to make him wear it all the time?"

"Right now we're going to make him wear it when he's playing
in or around water.  I'm not sure where else I'll make him
wear it.  Kathy, it's really arousing to have you son almost
fully exposed.  I mean the only time I feel more of a rush
is when he's serving naked time and little girls are around. 
You should have seen him the past couple of days.  Dave was
out of town and we stayed with Andrea.  He was serving naked
time the whole visit and those two little girls just played
with that boy toy of his relentlessly.  Just watching
something like that makes you want him to be totally nude
all the time."

"Just thinking about putting Randy close to nudity makes me
get a little wet if you know what I mean.  There's a little
guilt trip in reacting that way to a kid's nudity, but I'm
glad to know I'm not the only one.  I can't wait to take
delivery on…

"Excuse me, please excuse me." A woman neither knew
interrupted.

"Yes?" Sharon replied.

"I'm Marjorie Templeton.  Is that little boy with the brown
bottom yours?"

"Well, Marjorie, he is my son," extending a hand she
introduced herself, "I'm Sharon and this is Kathy."

"I have twin boys.  They're only seven, but I'd like to get
them into something like that too.  I would have hesitated
until I saw you were brave enough to do that.  Mine are kind
of active.  There they are over there.  The two look alikes
over by the diving boards."  She pointed them out with an
extended finger.  Both were in Speedos.

"Oh they're cute.  Look at those precious little legs.  I'm
really into little boys' legs—especially tanned muscular
ones.  Look at them. Look at those little knees and those
cute little calves."  Sharon shared her observation.

"Well, where do I get them?  I have never seen anything like
them at the store."

"No, that was hand made.  I could order some for you. But to
tell you the truth, if mine were seven and that adorable I'd
just make the run nude all summer long so everyone could
enjoy them."

"I do make them stay naked a lot while we're at home, but
there are rules about nudity in public.  This is a perfect
answer.  It's all legal.  Well, how much are they?"

Kathy wasn't going to be outdone, "She charges twenty five
dollars each. But you know, the nudity law doesn't cover
prepubescent kids.  They technically could be naked in most
public places, even here."

"They run naked through the sprinkler at home and they roll
around and roughhouse with each other in the nude, but I'd
feel better with some covering when they are in public
places.  If I give you a check and my name and address could
you send them to me?"

"There's a five dollar shipping and handling charge."  Kathy
was acting like a sales agent.

"Oh that's fine.  I'll just go and get the checkbook.  I'll
be right back."

"What are you looking for?" She asked.

"My stupid cell phone, I need to call Andrea and get her
prepped for this."

With that the twins' mother returned to place an order. 
"I'm going to give you a check, but I will need some type of
identification and your address and phone number.  I think
those will be the hottest new boys' fashion in years.  Okay,
you said fifty dollars plus five for shipping, is that
right?"  She looked at Kathy who responded,

"I don't know you'll have to check with her.  I'm just
sitting here helping her."

Sharon reassured the woman that would more than cover it. 
Then the woman made a request.

"Would it be possible to cut down the triangle a little bit
I'd like it if their little balls would occasionally pop out
from under the hemline.  Their little sacks are so cute."

"I suppose.  Would you be up to bringing them by my friend's
home for a fitting?  That way we can tailor the cover just
the way you want it.  They are cute little guys, very
athletic builds and those make for the best displays with
thongs."

Kathy interrupted and asked the lady, "Did you ever think
about making them run around nude?  I mean just make them
take it all off and let it all hang out."

"Well, I couldn't do that.  I wouldn't want to get in
trouble.  At least with the thong no one can complain that
their little wieners aren't covered.  And, can I help it if
the wardrobe malfunctions occasionally exposing their little
sacks?" she joked raising her shoulders. "I mean how can I
help it?"

"Good point."

"Oh, Andrea, you won't believe this," cell phone to her ear
Sharon changed her focus, "oh, oh, hold on, I made Steven
wear this thong to the pool, just a minute, oh my God isn't
that cute.  Steven was bending over to pick up a ball and
some little girl just fingered his ass strap.  Got him right
in the hole area.  Shit, he jumped at least three feet in
the air.  Andrea this thong thing is really great.  So
great, I have just had gotten three requests for us to make
them for other boys. There's a lady stand here wants two for
her twins, but she wants smaller triangles for more ball
exposure.  You know wants a 'Janet Jackson'—the public
display but wants to make it look like a 'wardrobe
malfunction.'  I'm asking for twenty five dollars each. 
What do you think?"  There was silence as Kathy and the
twins' mother looked on.  "Uh ha, mmmm, okay we could branch
off with other variations later, but you're right might as
well go all the way so all of us girls and some of the boys
can enjoy them to the fullest.  Okay, I'll tell them that
from now on.  Right.  Well, I'll come over tomorrow with
Steven. Okay, I'll find a reason to bring him over naked so
the girls can play with his 'boy parts'.  We'll let Karen
watch them while we fill these orders.  See you then."

"Well?"

"We're doing it. We need to tell everyone who orders one,
the first set will all be white.  The selling point is the
transparency after they get them wet.  No colors yet.  We're
gonna be just like Henry Ford, 'you can buy one in any color
just as long as it's white'.  If this takes off we'll move
to colors."

Marjorie spoke up.  "White is the best.  I would have wanted
it anyway.  I want to watch those little dudes when they
realize there's no hiding their little dicks.  I'll need
directions for the fitting."

"Oh, when you bring them for the fitting leave their clothes
at home.  It'll save time if they are naked when you arrive,
and time is money."  Sharon instructed Marjorie.

"Naked it is. Maybe they can be played with too?"

"Huh?"

"I just over heard you say you were going to take your son
over in the nude so the girls could play with his toys. 
I'll bring my camera if they can play with my boys too. I'd
love to watch some little girls having their way with them.
Those little boners are so cute."

"Well, I don't think Andrea will mind.  We can only fit one
at a time the other could be getting warmed up so we could
measure erect measurements too.  Just bring 'em naked.  Be
there around 9:30 or 10:00. Oh and here, you can just bring
the check with you when you come"

Over the next two hours over seventeen orders had been
placed.  Several like the ready access for spanking, others,
like the twins were more excited about exposing their sons
packages.

In one afternoon with Kathy's help, Sharon managed to
collect orders for seventeen thongs for boys from five to
twelve years old.  It soon became apparent this might be a
lucrative venture.  Twenty five dollars each with less than
a dollars worth of material and what turned out to be less
than a half hours work for each netted a pretty good profit. 
There was justice in the coincidence that most of the boys
teasing Steven were going to be proud new owners of a thong
of their very own.  One or two visibly blushed as they
imagined what the conversation might be as they saw their
mothers talking with Sharon.

"Where in the hell have you been Sharon?"  Dave was a little
put out that his wife walked off while he was chatting with
some men from their neighborhood.  "You just upped and left
all this stuff unattended?"

"Cool it Dave.  Was anything missing?"

"No."

"I didn't think so.  But since you asked, how would you like
it if I were able to come up with an extra $500 a week or
so?"

"What?  Where are you going to get that?"

"That new piece of attire we put on our son has turned out
to be a veritable bonanza.  Look, I have seventeen orders
for them from other kids' mothers.  Andrea and I are going
to be sewing all week.  It's small now, but at this rate
it's going to really take off.  We're excited.  Next weekend
we need to go to the beach.  I'll have some order forms for
people to send in when they ask.  We can really make this
work. The added benefit is all those nearly naked little
boys all over the place.  It may become a fashion trend for
boys."

"Hold on Sharon.  A few orders doesn't make a company.  I
know you're excited, but I don't want your balloon to
burst." Dave cautioned.

"It won't, but we're going to try.  Monday and Tuesday,
while you're out of town Steven and I will be at Andreas. 
We have to clean out the loft above her garage and move her
sewing stuff out there.  It's exciting."

Steven approached his parents. "Well, how's it going with
your new look?" Dave teased.

"It's not funny they call me the 'butt floss kid' and make
fun of me.  Jonathan held me down and the other boys pulled
the front over to the side and showed some girls my
privates.  Some little girl kept poking her finger right in
my butt hole."  I hate this.

"Well let's start by saying we talked about those 'private
parts'.  Honey, you don't have any.  You're eleven years
old, you're a boy and all your parts are open to be seen by
anyone.  We discussed this, didn't we?"  Sharon tried to be
understanding but firm.

"Mom I hate this thong thing.  Let me have my Speedo back. 
Please, please, just give me the Speedo."

"Steven, I threw it away."

"You what?  What do you mean.  That was stupid. You're just
going to have to buy me a new one.  What were you thinking,
Mom."

Suddenly his rant was interrupted by a firm grasp and before
he knew it his bare bottom was being slapped over and over
by the large hand of his father. Slap after slap landed on
alternate cheeks.  The scene and sounds were like magnets as
other kids rushed over to watch the hand of justice do its
thing.  After five slaps tears were coming down the boy's
eyes, on the seventh the crying became audible.  The slaps
continued to fall from a father who very evidently had fire
in his eyes.

"Wow, his dad does it hard!" one little boy was overheard.

"Yeah, look how red his butt is getting," his little friend
observed.

Two girls who appeared to be ten or eleven were standing
arms crossed and smirking.  "My dad never spanks me."

"Mine either.  He says spanking is mostly for boys and he
uses a belt on my brothers."

The spanking continued until twenty slaps had been
administered.  When the pelting stopped Steven's hand
reached back for comfort.  The other kids examined the
redness. Dave shook his hand in an effort to cool it off. 
"Don't you ever, ever, yell at your mother again.  Do you
understand me?"

Unable to talk he nodded an affirmation.  Though he knew
immediately what the spanking was for, he really didn't need
the explanation.  He took it as a warning instead.

"You know what you need to do.  That's only half the
punishment.  Get the thong off, you've got naked time to
serve."

His voice quickly returned.  Between sobs he tried to get
the words out.
"EEeeeeefffff…I….ca….can…..can't…..Fffffff…ple….ple…please….
eefffff…..let……me……wait…until….we…get…home.  Efffff.

"No son you picked the place.  You didn't wait for home to
show disrespect.  Thong off now.  One, two…"

The boy's fingers slowly tugged at one of the tails of the
bow until it came loose.  Holding the strings in place as if
to beg a reprieve he held it in place.  The kids were all
anticipating the show.  The girls were hiding their giggles
as they had their eyes glued on Steven's pubic area. 
Suddenly, his father grabbed the cloth cover and pulled it
off.  Steven's hands went to a protective posture.  A loud
cry was followed by more sobs as his penis sprung free.

"Get those hands to our sides.  Don't you even think of
covering yourself."

"Oooooo, his is longer than my brother's." one of the little
girls observed.  "Hey mister, can I touch his wiener?"

"You can if it's okay with your parents."

The little girl ran to a blanket were her mother was
intently watching the proceedings, "Mom, Mom, Mom.." then
the voice drifted off as the little girl sought permission
to feel Steven's penis.

A middle aged woman approached Dave and said, "What you just
did is barbaric.  People who spank their kids should be
incarcerated."

Dave bolted back, "And people who interfere in other
people's business should be put out of their misery."

"I never spanked my kids."

"And I'm sure they made you proud.  Everyone else had to put
up with the brats, but at least you were proud."

"He's naked. That abuse."

"No. Not naked.  What's the matter lady, never seen a
child's penis before.  Go on over and have a better look. 
Get an education.  Then do us all a favor and leave."
"Dave let's just go home.  I think the day is falling apart. 
Come on, Steven. Get the towels.  We're leaving."

"Oh please lady, don't leave.  Let him stay here for
awhile." One of the girls begged.

"Maybe some other time, Honey.  But, we have to go now."

"But some other time he won't be naked."

"Maybe he will.  You never know."

"Can I have my robe, please?" Steven asked through short
sobs.

"No Steven, you are serving naked time.  You aren't allowed
to have anything to wear.  And based on what you did, I want
you naked for four days.  Monday and Tuesday we're going to
be at Aunt Andrea's and you will be naked.  Then on Thursday
your Grandpa wants to take you fishing.  You'll be going
naked.  You earned it Steven."

The family headed to the parking lot.

  
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